When I was 15, my grandpa had a heart attck, and went into the hospital. He was in there for about 2weeks ( I think).
The day before he went in, I had a dream. It played out in real-time this was no 5 min then wake-up compacted zip dream. the 7 hours, felt exactly like 7 hours. In the dream we were on a house boat floating out on the water, with no shore anywhere around. The sun set for the entire 7 hours, like it was frozen there. It was just he and I, and we just talked and walked around the boat, and on the surface of the water. I can't really describe what we talked about, I can hardly remember these days. But I remember most of all, this warm, secure feeling that everything was alright.
The next day, he went into the hospital, and when I found out, I just nodded, knowing that that was what he was trying to tell me in the dream. That we were good, that he was ok. I knew he wasn't scared, I knew he was ready, and that he knew I loved him, and that I never once missed the chance to show him that.
People talk about getting to say everything you need/want to say before you go, and let people know what they mean to you. And to me, that's what he did. When he did die, around 2 weeks later, I was fine with everything. I mean, I miss him, but I know he's fine. And it's hard to wish him back here, when I know he's happy where he is now.
So, in a strange way, I'm almost happy for him, and secure knowing that when I check-out, I'll get to see him again. Never have I felt something was so perfectly finished, and resolved.
On another note, I do alot of "stupid" things. And in several of these situations, I sometimes find myself in a position where and multitude of choices could get me killed, and one can get me out of it. Some how in every situation, I go with my "gut" solution, and it has _never_ failed me. Now if this is intuition, or a gaurdian angel, or just me being wicked-smart, I don't know, but I have learned to trust it.
